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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 8 J U" t/ Q- ]: }1 d1 \
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, " l+ b5 a6 `- b$ I1 G
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
; D, ?# w/ i/ T6 FCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 5 X4 I, s# W G4 b8 n" o5 I
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
7 ]& m8 {5 _- S' ^1 J0 ~How you suffered for you sanity, 2 P7 L$ |$ ?: i: l' r1 n
How you tried to set them free, 1 k4 L! }: E* c$ L& J/ m! Z j
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
- Q; }& K+ n( t* E# F6 h; r* OStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
$ e# C8 m- C; J R6 T8 R$ @Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
! U r1 a+ [# t# l# O+ vColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ! d2 d# l- M' Q# y }; ^1 ^
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
, F( ^' Y5 R' @/ {4 ]( ~: s. ~. v" BAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, & r W& w& k" n3 s4 q1 z/ Q! k* P
You took your life as lovers ofter do, / z% X) o' G; @' y
But I could have told you, Vincent, |0 a8 K5 M. C; [2 q9 w
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. & |0 P& n8 N/ ]" Y1 s7 D
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
9 Y- A$ ^6 N8 H' w! ]Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. . y$ M7 b7 U# z/ ~0 R2 W r
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, / i$ b" H) w8 l9 r* @- X, Z$ e# N
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
9 G G4 S3 m4 f$ x6 }6 N4 X mHow you suffered for you sanity,: K6 V# e( s# e/ ~
How you tried to set them free, * ^6 J w; p1 z( w( Y* B4 X
They would not listen they're not listening still, # c- m4 l+ Q* v
Perhaps they never will. |
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